Under the assumed name of Elizabeth "Eliza" Carr, you joined DataBling as a receptionist a week later, reporting to Tyler Russell, head of Consumer Research and Marketing. Although the position seemed to be rather unimportant, the agency was convinced that it was really just a cover and that Russell was overseeing some sort of hidden project that involved the vast amounts of data the company collected on users of its search engine and line of consumer electronic devices.
Whatever he was working it, it was well above Eliza's pay grade, so she needed to start putting some work in. It began with you flirting with the handsome Mr. Russell as he came into work every day and left every night. Soon, he put in a request for you to be transferred to his office as his personal secretary. From that day on, you followed his every move and came to learn the extent of his daily routine as well as his home life. He was a bachelor, and a proud one at that. But every so often, he'd call you into his office out of the blue, lock the doors, and make you perform some sort of sexual act on him. Sometimes you would suck his cock until he ejaculated on your face or shirt. Sometimes, he'd make you strip naked and climb on top of him, riding his thing while choking and slapping him. One time, he made you wear a strap-on under your skirt without panties for the entire day, daring to see how long it would take for someone to notice your "dick". But he also seemed to take an interest in you as a person. He'd let you help him handle business affairs that were supposed to be restricted to senior employees, and thus gave you access to sensitive information which you carefully forwarded to the agency as discreetly as possible.
It became clear that he was starting to see you not just as a conquest, but an equal. And that was exactly what you wanted him to think. Hopefully, he would open the door for you to enter the higher levels of DataBling and obtain a more prominent position where you could continue to spy without having to be under his control. But that's not how things played out.
One night, after a particularly long lovemaking session that ended with him releasing his seed in you, you went through your purse looking for the birth control pills the agency had provided. But they were gone.
It was at this point that Russell dropped a bombshell. He got on one knee and revealed a small box he'd put in the pocket of his discarded pants. Inside was an old but still shining diamond ring.
"Elizabeth Carr, I want you to marry me. This past few months, I've realized you're the only woman I could ever love. You're smart, talented, and you complete me."
Shocked, all you can blurt out is "Marry you? I can't! That's not part of the plan!"
He smirked. "Plans change. Read this." He handed you a small white tab. You recognized it as the stirrer he'd given you that morning to use for your coffee.
It was a pregnancy test. And the strip was blue. You were pregnant with his child.